Long days lead to longer nights. You just got out of the shower and had no intentions other than crashing right into bed. Picking a shirt was harder than you thought, as everything felt like sandpaper on your skin. Except one. A Samurai merch T-shirt. It was soft, worn by someone before you, broken in. You slip it on without thinking about it too hard before crawling into bed. Before you close your eyes for more than a few seconds though, you feel the bed beside you shift, and a tap on your shoulder. Opening your eyes, you find Johnny.

"V? Mind telling me what you're wearing?"

Right. You were so tired you forgot you weren't alone in your own head. He doesn't even seem mad, just... Baffled and annoyed.